0 comments/ 169628 views/ 27 favorites Mom's Special Wedding Ch. 1 By: SlyFox Sherri couldn't remember ever having been more excited in her life as she stepped out of the warm shower and gazed at her nude body in the bathroom's full length mirror. Not only was she marrying one of the most wonderful, handsomest (and SEXIEST) men in the world, one of the OTHER most handsome men was going to give her away to her new and horny husband. Robbie, her 19 year old son would be home from the Marines and was going to fill the role that her beloved father would have performed had he not died so many years earlier. Sherri had not seen her darling son since he had left for boot camp shortly after his 17th birthday. Robbie's father had been killed in a tragic accident just weeks before he and Sherri were to be married. And Sherri had not even known at the time that she was pregnant with a son who would never know his real father. As a result, Sherri had lavished all the love and affection that she might have bestowed on her husband onto the only thing she had to remind her of her former lover. His flight from Camp Pendelton had gotten in late and he had called to tell her he would meet them at the ceremony. All of this flashed through her mind as she stared at her naked body in the mirror. The reflection that returned her look seemed to say, "Not bad for a 37 year old woman," she thought as her eyes took in her long blond hair, shining in the sunbeams from the skylight above, like strands of fine spun gold. Her face was unlined and framed her full, red and sensuous lips that seemed to have been designed to suck a fully engorged cock or a wet and dripping pussy. Sherri's eyes continued to stray downward to her full, beautiful breasts with their cherry red nipples just begging to be pinched, squeezed and sucked. Down across her firm, flat belly to the nest of yellow curls that gleamed just above the soft folds of her cunt and the, now tingling tip of her clit as it peeked through the heavy lips of her pussy. Her legs were long, tan and shapely, and she knew that she could draw (and keep) the attention of ANY man...And a good many women. Sherri was not only excited about the wedding that was to commence in just over an hour or the fact that she would be seeing her loving son for the first time after so many months. She was also anticipating the reaction that Don, her fiancé and Robbie would have when they met for the first time. They were both very attractive men and she knew for a fact that Don, at least, was bi-sexual and she had no doubt that her son could be "seduced" under the right circumstances and she intended to "create" those circumstances to make this the most memorable night of her life. She turned quickly from the enticing image in the mirror to begin dressing for the ceremony. First she slid a pair of transparent pantyhose with the open crotch over her slender feet and slowly worked them up over her shapely legs and tight ass. She pulled the antique silk wedding gown over her head and let it fall softly around her ankles. That, and a pair of spiked, high heels and a string of pearls was ALL she intended to wear. Once again, she turned to examine herself in the full length mirror with a critical eye. Slowly she raised the hem of the pure white silk above the waistband of the pantyhose and was pleased to note that her blond bush and moist rich pussy lips were clearly visible through the sheer fabric. "That ought to turn them on, if nothing else does", she thought lasciviously. For she fully intended for her son to see this erotic sight, just as her new husband would. Satisfied with her appearance, she glanced at the clock on the table beside the king sized bed and hurried into the other room where her bridesmaid, Darla was waiting to take her to the wedding hall. ------------------------------------------------------------ Robbie stood nervously just outside the Bride's Dressing Room near the vestibule of the wedding hall, waiting for his mother to appear so that he could escort her down the aisle and "give her away" to a man he had never met. It was strange, he thought, that his mom not only wanted him to play the role that should have been his grandfather's, she had also asked him to stand in as Don's best man, since he was new to the community and did not know anyone to serve in that function. He was glad to do it because he knew instinctively that he was going to like ANY man who could win the heart and love of his mother. He had to admit, though, that he felt just a twinge of jealousy towards the man who would soon get to know his mother in a way that he could only dream about. He also had to admit that he had "dreamed" about fucking his mother ever since the time he had quite innocently and unexpectedly come upon Sherri sunbathing nude in the back yard on a warm summer afternoon a couple of years ago. He had been so surprised that, at first, all he could do was stand there and stare at her gorgeous body with her full, ripe breasts and a bright yellow bush covering the entrance to the womb where he was conceived. He was conscious of the warming sensation in his groin as his cock began to grow and stiffen, crawling down the leg of his ragged cutoffs, but he was unable to tear his eyes from this vision of loveliness and he cleared his throat to let her know he was there...and hoped that she would not be too embarrassed at being seen by her son in all her naked glory. Robbie remembered that she had not seemed to be surprised or embarrassed in the least at being "caught" by her son. She had casually reached over and picked up a large beach towel and draped it carelessly over her body and invited him to join her to soak up some rays onto his young, muscular body. He still regretted having declined her overture but he had known he wouldn't be unable to hide obvious lust for his own mother and so he had offered a lame excuse and hurried back into the house. But he had certainly never forgotten that lovely view and the exquisite fantasies that he had masturbated to ever since. Now, as he waited, he inspected himself one more time in the mirror and examined his blue, red and gold, full dress uniform for any flaws that might mar the occasion. He was vaguely aware that he was very good looking...even without the uniform. His mother had told him often enough that he had inherited the dark, good looks of his father. He knew that he had no trouble attracting the attention of girls and women, and lately he had been getting more than a few approaches from men as well. He didn't quite know how to handle that, but he also knew that he was not turned off by these advances and was, he admitted, somewhat curious and turned on by some of the guys who had come on to him back at camp and in the bars outside the base. He suspected that he had gotten that aspect of his sexuality from his father as well, since his mother had implied that they both had experiences with same sex partners more than once. He turned as the door to the dressing room opened and his mother swept into the foyer in a cloud of billowing silks and satin. His hungry eyes drank in this vision of beauty and settled on the deep cleft of her snowy breasts that were threatening to climb completely out of the low cut gown. He gathered her quickly into a warm embrace of welcome and lowered his lips to give her a chaste and tender kiss on the cheek. He was pleasantly surprised when she turned her face slightly and met his lips with hers. A shock coursed through his body and settled deep in his scrotum as her tongue darted swiftly between his lips and flicked so briefly against his own. Before he had time to respond or even catch his breath, she withdrew slightly and whispered, "Welcome home, Darling." "You're gorgeous," he stammered. "Don is going to be the luckiest guy in the world." He wanted to say more, but at that moment the organ began playing "Here Comes the Bride," and his mother slipped her arm under the sleeve of his uniform and turned them towards the door of the hall. He was sure that he just imagined that she had replied coyly, "So are you, Angel!" ------------------------------------------------ Don stood anxiously next to the minister's podium waiting for Sherri to enter the hall on the arm of her Marine Corp son. He guessed that he was no more nervous than ANY new groom would be...But how many new grooms awaited their wedding night knowing that their wife to be was planning on sharing their bridal bed with a handsome, young stud who also happened to be her only son? He had told her early on in their relationship, that he often enjoyed having sex with another man, especially when they were sharing a woman they both cared deeply for. He was concerned that she would be disgusted with his revelation, but felt that the only way to start a new relationship was with totally honesty. And there was no doubt in his mind that this was an important part of his sexual being and one that he did not relish giving up...Not even for marriage with such a beautiful and desirable woman. His heart (and his cock) had jumped when she replied that having two men fucking her at the same time was a fantasy that she had for a long time. She and Robbie's father had often discussed having 3-ways with other men (and other women) before he had died and they had a chance to fulfill their erotic intentions. But she had REALLY blown his mind when she shyly admitted that she would love it if her first time with two men included her hunk of a son! Don had never given much thought to the subject of incest, but when he thought seriously about it, his conclusion was, "Well, why not...If it's between consenting adults, who's going to be hurt by it?" Sherri had shown him several pictures of Robbie, some with him wearing not much more than a smile. Thinking about those pictures now, and especially the large bulge in the crotch of Robbie's tiny bikini swim suit was enough to get Don's cock stirring again if he allowed it to. He wondered if the real thing would look as good as those photographs did. Don was resisting the urge to put his hands in his pockets and secretly rubbing his semi-turgid cock when "The Wedding March" began and all heads turned to the back of the room to catch the first glimpse of the beautiful young bride and her handsome escort. His heart began to beat faster as he caught sight of his bride to be with her big, beautiful boobs crying for release from the tight bodice of her wedding gown. He was equally thrilled with the young man whose strong arm she was holding as they walked slowly down the aisle. He decided that the pictures he had seen in no way did Robbie true justice...At least from what he could see and imagine was under that impressive uniform. When these two people who were soon to become intimate members of his life reached the podium, Robbie stood quietly beside his mother as the minister began the wedding ceremony. When the minister asked "Who gives this woman in marriage?" he replied strongly, "I do!" and stepped over beside Don and held out his hand. Don grasped it warmly and the two men shook hands and looked into each others eyes for the first time. Then they both stepped beside Sherri as the minister completed the ceremony. Don was sure that he and Sherri both made a mental reservation when the preacher asked the question about "forsaking all others"...As he knew they had NO intention of living by THAT admonition. And when the minister said, "By the power vested in me, I now pronounce you Husband and Wife," Don knew that this was the beginning of a night never to be forgotten. (continued) Mom's Special Wedding Ch. 2 Sherri knew she had never been happier in her life than she was when the old minister said to her new husband, "Now you may kiss the bride", and Don lifted the veil from her face and gazed into her misty, violet eyes. He took her into her arms and they kissed deeply for the first time as a married couple. As he released her, Robbie stepped forward and said, "I want to be next to kiss the bride and to wish my Mom all the happiness in the world." Sherri repeated her previous maneuver and briefly slipped her tongue between his lips before breaking the kiss and whispering, "I think you can count on it!" The wedding party turned to walk back down the aisle with Sherri on her new husband's arm and followed closely by her son, now escorting Darla, her bridesmaid. As they neared the back of the hall, Darla whispered into Robbie's ear, "Sherri asked me to tell you that she would like to see you alone in the bride's dressing room as soon as the reception line is finished". Robbie was a little surprised by this, but thought that his mother probably wanted to give him some last minute instructions regarding the wedding gifts before she and Don left on their honeymoon. As soon as the last guest had filed past the wedding party and given their congratulations and best wishes to the bride and groom, Sherri winked at Robbie and nodded towards the dressing room before slipping away and closing the door behind her. Robbie waited a few minutes, then knocked gently on the heavy wooden door and entered at his mother's invitation. Sherri was standing in the middle of the room, smiling warmly at him as he entered the room and held out her arms to him. As he entered her embrace and wrapped his arms tightly around her narrow waist he was nearly overcome by the sweet fragrance wafting up from between her breasts, still somewhat confined by the bodice of her gown. Once again she pressed her lips tightly to his, but unlike the two previous kisses, this one was both longer and decidedly more passionate. After what seemed like an eternity to Robbie, but could not have been more than a moment or two, Sherri broke the kiss and stepped back from him. With a smile that he had never seen before and a steamy look in her velvety eyes, she said, "It's traditional that the groom give his best man a small gift in appreciation of services performed, and for the bride to give a similar gift to her bridesmaid. Don and I decided to switch that tradition around. Right now, he's giving Darla something that I'm sure she's wanted for a long time, but something that I could never give her. And it's MY pleasure to give the BEST man a gift that I know he'll never forget!" She told him to sit back on the small couch in the dressing room, loosen the collar of his uniform jacket and relax. And with that she turned on a small portable stereo that began playing the most erotic music Robbie had ever heard. Sherri reached down and slowly began to raise the front of her wedding dress. She continued to bunch the rich fabric higher and higher above her waist until her golden snatch was fully visible through the sheer pantyhose and with one thigh encircled by a frilly blue lace garter. Robbie could scarcely believe his eyes and he was having difficulty breathing, in spite of having loosened his collar. Sure, he'd seen his mom's pussy before...but never like this! "My God!" he thought, "This can't be happening. I'm sure I've died and gone to heaven!" His mother never took her eyes off her gorgeous hunk of a son, but continued to lift the gown up and over her head and dropped it to the floor. Her beautiful tits pointed their rigid nipples at him...practically daring him to take them into his mouth and suck them, just as he had as a baby. There was no longer any doubt in his mind...He was going to fuck his own mother...Right here in the bride's dressing room on her wedding day. There was no doubt in whatever mind his cock had either, for it was swelling painfully in the confines of the tight fitting uniform trousers. He made no move towards his mother, however, as she continued to undulate seductively to the torrid music coming from the stereo. Nor did he take his hungry eyes off the feast that was so obviously being prepared for his (and her) pleasure. Sherri saw the growing bulge in the front of Robbie's bright blue trousers and thought to herself, "I was right all along. He wants to fuck me as badly as I want to fuck him." Slowly, she caressed her breasts and squeezed and twisted her nipples as she swayed in time to the music. One hand slid down across her smooth, flat belly and cupped her down covered love tunnel over the fabric of her pantyhose. First one finger, then another slipped through the opening in the crotch of the garment and brushed lightly over her, now visible clit, then slid between the swollen lips of her dripping pussy to plunge deeply into her waiting cunt. In and out, she finger fucked herself in time to the music, while her lusty son devoured her with his eyes. Never taking her eyes from his bulging crotch, she slowly withdrew her fingers, brought them to her lips and began to lick and suck the pussy juices from first one then the other drenched finger...only to return once again to that honey pot between her legs and gather more nectar for her eager mouth. Robbie still could not take his eyes off of the obscene dance his mother was performing for him. He was afraid to even touch his rigid cock for fear he would come in his pants...And for a gung-ho marine, that just would not do. Just before he thought he could not stand this torture any longer, Sherri began to wiggle her hips closer and closer to him as he lay back on the couch. She leaned over him and taking his head in both of her hands she pressed his face tightly between her breasts, then began rubbing both nipples across his lips and over his eyes. His hands came up and cupped the cheeks of her luscious ass as he captured first on nipple and then the other between his lips and teeth. Sherri let out a little moan as he twirled his tongue around and around these delightful and sensitive nubbins. Her pussy was pulsating and dripping now like it never had before and she was on the verge of cumming just from the attention he was paying to her engorged nipples and swaying tits. Robbie let one hand slip down to find the opening in his mom's, now soaked pantyhose and he began to run his fingers between the lips of her pussy and flick gently over her swollen clit. With his other hand, he began to pull the pantyhose down over her lovely ass until he could slide the fingers of that hand through the crack of her ass and tickle the puckered bud buried there. This was too much for Sherri and she began to hump his invading fingers faster and faster as she built to the longest and most intense orgasm she had ever had. She muffled her screams of pleasure against the rough fabric of his jacket and just allowed herself to cum and cum like there was no tomorrow. Gradually the violent contractions of her orgasm began to subside and she slid down beside her horny son, kicked off her high heels and began to loosen the buttons on his uniform blouse, then unzipped his fly, dipped into his shorts to grasp his big cock and draw it out into the daylight. While she slowly milked his dick with her long nailed fingers, he continued gently finger fucking her pussy while they locked their lips together in a frantic and passionate French kiss. When their arousal became too intense to bare any longer, together they jerked Robbie's trousers, shorts and shoes off. When he started to shrug out of his uniform blouse, Sherri grabbed his hand and said, "No, leave it on. I want to know that I'm fucking a Marine...as well as fucking my son." Robbie was only too willing to comply with his mother's every wish at that point. He pushed his mother over on the couch and hovered just above her reclining body, letting what few medals he had dangle and drag across her milk white breasts and her tingling nipples. With one hand, he again forced open the slit in her pantyhose and positioned the bulging head of his cock against the soft resistance of his mother's pussy lips. Sherri slipped her hand between their steamy bodies and grasped his cock in her fingers. Using her thumb, she spread the creamy drops of pre-cum over the bulbous head, swirling it around and around, until he thought he was going to burst from the pleasure and spray his cum all over her sheer pantyhose. But Sherri anticipated that and squeezed the head of his cock until the intense sensation subsided, then began rubbing the just the head of his cock up and down through her slit and over her fully engorged clit. The feel of the pantyhose fabric rubbing the sides of his prick was almost more than he could stand and he pushed the head of his dick deep into his mother's starving cunt. She lunged her pelvis against him, driving his cock to the hilt in her love tunnel until his cum filled balls slapped obscenely against the crack of her ass. Robbie still couldn't believe this was happening to him. He was actually fucking the most beautiful and sexy woman he had ever known. The fact that she was also his mother and that SHE had seduced him (not that it had been all that difficult, of course) was a dream he had many times, but never thought there was any chance of his dreams "cumming" true. But dream or not, the rhythm of their love making began to increase, getting faster and faster as he plunged his cock deeper and deeper into his own birth channel. Sherri had her legs wrapped tightly around his and was squeezing his ass cheeks with both hands, slamming his body against her's again and again. Her teeth clamped tightly onto his lower lip, threatening to draw blood as she tried to stifle the moans and screams of her coming orgasm. Higher and higher they climbed until they were soaring where neither of them had gone before. Almost at the same moment, their bodies went rigid with the incredible tension of their approaching orgasms and they hung there for what seemed like an eternity. And just when their fevered minds thought that they could not possibly go any higher, they exploded into the most incredible orgasm either of them had ever experienced...It just went on and on as they pounded their bodies into each other and ground their pelvises together. Sherri muffled another scream as she felt Robbie's hot jism blast against the mouth of her womb. Gob after gob of the fiery liquid bathed the depths of her cunt until she was full and could hold no more, and as their passion slowly waned, the thick, milky fluid seeped slowly out around his deflating cock to soak into the crotch of her pantyhose. As the two incestuous lovers gradually regained their senses and their breathing began to return to normal, Robbie let his cum and pussy slicked cock slip slowly out of his mother's still pulsating cunt and he laid back on the arm of the couch, still trying to catch his breath and slow his heartbeat. Sherri wasn't quite through, however, and she leaned over to take his cum soaked cock into her mouth. She gently licked all of the juices off his still partially swollen cock and his equally cum drenched balls. Quickly, Robbie pulled his mother around into an incestuous 69 and began sucking his own cum from the depths of her well fucked pussy. "Damn, that's not bad", he said to his mother as he finally came up for air. "I've tasted other guys cum a few times, but never my own...And certainly not mixed with my mother's sweet cum juices to boot. I think I could live on a diet of that...It sure beats field rations all to hell!" "Well, you just might get that chance", replied his mother, with a mischievous smile and a devilish gleam in her smoky eyes. Because Dan and I have another surprise for you. Since you took a leave to be here for the wedding, it only seems like the "motherly" thing to do to invite you to join us on our honeymoon as well. Dan and I talked it over and we'd BOTH love to have you with us. Would you be interested??? "Would I be interested?" he croaked. "In a fucking heartbeat!!!" (continued) Mom's Special Wedding Ch. 3 Sherri and Robbie reluctantly disengaged from each other's bodies and while Robbie straightened out his uniform and began to get dressed, Sherri went into the small bathroom to freshen up. She came back out as he was fastening the top buttons of the tunic he had never taken off. Quickly she changed into her traveling clothes...with one exception; she kept on the pantyhose she had been wearing - still soaked with cum and pussy juice. "I can't wait for Don to suck our love juices out of them. I'm getting all hot again, just thinking about it. So, why don't we go see if he has made Darla as happy as you've made me?” They left the scene of their incest initiation and went in search of Sherri's new husband and Robbie's new step-father. They found Don and Darla sipping champagne in the reception lounge adjacent to the wedding hall. If ever a woman looked "well and goodly fucked," Darla certainly did. And perhaps only slightly less so than Sherri, herself. "Well, Darling, was it everything you hoped it would be?" Don asked as he pulled a chair out for her. He knew from the exhausted looks on their faces that it must have been, but he had to ask anyway. "Oh God! And then some," his wife replied. "Don, you are, without a doubt a great lover…" she began. "I'll drink to that!” interrupted Darla, raising her glass above her head. "Honey, if you ever decide to get rid of this guy, you just let me know. I've never had a nicer "bridesmaid present" in my life. I just hope I left a little for you to enjoy on your wedding night. But from the looks of you and that handsome hunk of a son of yours, I don't think that'll be a problem." "As I started to say before I was so pleasantly interrupted," Sherri began again, "you're a great lover, but there is something about fucking your own son that words just can't describe. It was absolutely fantastic." "And I'll drink to that," said Robbie enthusiastically. “Although I'd have to substitute ‘mom’ for ‘son’, but I think you get the idea." "I'll have to take your word for it," sighed Don, "since I've never had the opportunity to 'fuck my son'...Of course, if things work out like we planned, I may just GET that chance pretty soon," he said, looking meaningfully at his handsome new step-son. All Robbie could do was duck his head and smile as his face turned red before the suggestive gaze of the older man. "I guess it's settled then?" asked Darla with a wicked grin on her face. "You're all going on the honeymoon together? God! I'm envious. But maybe you can ALL make it up to me when you get back?" she asked hopefully, while also eyeing the young Marine. "Count on it," said Don and Sherri together. Robbie just smiled shyly. But he did begin to look at Darla with lecherous eyes as he contemplated the possibilities. He hadn't noticed before, but she was obviously as beautiful as his mother...And besides, he'd never fucked a black girl before and he realized that he had another adventure to look forward to before he had to return to the drab regimentation of the Marine base. "Well, that being the case, I guess we'd better get a move on if we're going to catch our flight," said Don. "I took the liberty of making reservations for three, since I was pretty sure that no self respecting Marine would be able to resist the wiles of a woman as beautiful and sexy as your mother...Even if she IS your mother. And it seems we were right, so what do you say we get going? Darla, it was great, and I'm really looking forward to our "home cumming" party when we get back." "As I said, I'll drink to that," replied Darla as the other three got up to leave. She got up too and gave each of the "honeymooners" a tongue swirling kiss that was intended to make sure they didn't forget their promise and slipped away from the happy 3-some. ------------------------------------------ As they settled into the large, comfortable, first class seats aboard the jumbo jet, Robbie asked where they were headed. Don replied that they were going to an island off the coast of New England where he had a large, old beach home that he had inherited from his parents. "I think you'll like it Robbie. It's really beautiful this time of year and there aren't any nosy neighbors close enough to bother us, so we can be as free and uninhibited as we want. If we feel like fucking on the beach under the moonlight or in broad daylight, we can...It's that secluded. Of course, we don't get very good television reception, but I have a porno tape library that you wouldn't believe and a stereo system that'll blow you away. I doubt that any of us will get bored, but we can always go into town and find something or ‘someone' to amuse us if we want to." "Oh, Don, you're hopeless," laughed Sherri. As if you thought Robbie and I weren't enough to keep you entertained. I doubt very much that any of us will be 'bored' for the next couple of weeks. We may never want to come back even." Robbie was more than a little nervous about the situation he found himself in now. He knew that he loved his mother passionately, and could hardly keep his hands off of her. He wanted to fuck her again - right then and right there in this huge plane cruising thirty thousand feet over the dark countryside below. "Wouldn't THAT be a way to join the 'Mile High Club'," he thought. But, unfortunately the plane was pretty crowded, even here in first class, and that cute flight attendant couldn't keep her eyes off of him...Or the uniform, he wasn't sure which. Of course, the male flight attendant wasn't much better. He couldn't seem to make up his mind who he wanted of ogle the most; Robbie or the gorgeous woman he was obviously traveling with. Pulling his thoughts back to the immediate future, he again experienced a mix of excitement, curiosity and apprehension. He had had sex with other men a few times and had enjoyed the experiences tremendously. But that had been with guys his own age, school chums and Marine Corp buddies. It had never amounted to much more than mutual masturbation and an occasional blow job. He liked sucking another man's cock and getting sucked in return...But anything more than that, he wasn't too sure about. The fantasy was fine, but he didn't know if he would enjoy the actual experience of fucking another man, or even more scary, being fucked in the ass himself. "Oh, well," he thought as the plane droned through the night. "I'm into it now, so I can hardly back out at this late date. Besides, its the only way I'll be able to sink my dick into mom's sweet pussy again, so, I guess that's just the price I'll have to pay...But I'm still nervous." He looked closely at his mom's new husband, sitting next to her with their hands discretely hidden under a blanket. He was sure they were feeling each other up in the dark of the cavernous plane and he started to get hard just thinking about it. He remembered that his mom was still wearing her cum soaked pantyhose with the open crotch under her short skirt and he imagined Don's fingers sliding in and out of his mother's slippery cunt and had to ease his growing cock through his tight trousers. Of course, BOTH of the flight attendants happened to look in his direction at that precise moment, and give him a knowing smile. "Damn!" he thought to himself. "If I keep this up, I'm going to have to go to the head and jerk off to get some relief." Instead, he returned his attention to Don, once again. He was definitely a good looking guy. Robbie could see why his mother had fallen in love with him. Robbie hadn't gotten to know him very well in the short time since they had met, but he certainly seemed nice enough. He was dark complected, but certainly not what you would call, "swarthy". In fact his complexion was only slightly darker than Robbie's. He was sophisticated, worldly and experienced and his charm and affability were equally obvious. There was no doubt in Robbie's mind that Don loved his mother very much. Perhaps even as much as he himself did. And in Robbie's mind, that counted for a lot. But did HE want to have sex with the man? Again, there was that sense of excitement tempered with more than a little apprehension. He must have fallen asleep as these thoughts coursed through his mind, because the next thing he knew, their imminent landing was signaled by a few soft "gongs" and the sound of the massive wheel assembly descending into place. As they entered the nearly deserted airport, Don said he would arrange for transportation out to the island while Sherri and Robbie collected the luggage. He assured them that it was only a short taxi ride to the pier where a launch was always standing by to take late arrivals across the short expanse of open ocean. And Robbie knew that he was committed to whatever came his way. He wasn't about to turn back now. (continued) Mom's Special Wedding Ch. 4 Don strolled casually over to the public phones to call for a taxi and notify the inter-island launch to stand by to ferry them to his home. He was in his element now. And even though he had been outwardly calm and self-confident all during his time in Sherri's home town, in reality he had been rather nervous and unsure of himself...Especially when it came to meeting and trying to develop a relationship with Sherri's handsome son. He had been pleasantly surprised when Sherri had shyly told him that she had the hots for Robbie and hoped to seduce him at least once before they were married. He couldn't believe his good fortune in falling in love with a woman who was open to the thought (and, hopefully, the practice) on intra-family sex. Since his adored sister had died at a very young age several years ago, he was the sole surviving member of his decidedly incestuous family. Now, it seemed, that through Sherri, and possibly Robbie, that heritage may not be at an end after all. And he had been equally as surprised and excited when she had insisted that if she was going to fuck her own son immediately after the ceremony, it was only fitting that he pay equal attention to her bridesmaid, the beautiful and sensuous Darla. He felt the stirring of an emerging hard on as he relived THAT experience in his mind. Darla, of course, had known all about Sherri's plans for the wedding. In fact, as he was soon to discover, Darla knew a great deal about Sherri...Far more than he, himself, had known at that point. And she had left no doubt in his mind that she was a whole hearted conspirator in Sherri's nefarious schemes. ("Especially," she confided, "after seeing the impressive bulge in his tight tennis shorts at their first meeting!") Don hadn't known for sure that Darla was in on the plan...At least to the extent that he was to make love to this dark skinned beauty, while the bride was seducing her young Marine son. But his doubts evaporated immediately when she had slipped her arm through his and whispered in his ear, "I've found a lovely little dressing room, hidden away in the back of the hall. It'll be perfect for what I've got planned for us, Sugar!" As they had entered the tiny room and locked the door behind them, Darla had pulled down the top of her low cut, bridesmaid gown, exposing her twin ebony mounds with saucy red nipples already getting hard and swollen. "Suck on these, Sweetie! They've been aching to get out and play all afternoon, and I think you're just the guy who can make them dance." As Don willing obliged the young woman's demand, she had run her slim fingered hands down the front of his trousers and began to gently massage and knead his throbbing cock before sliding down his zipper and pulling his large tool out of it's confinement. His prick seemed to be as eager to be freed from the constricting clothing as her tits had been. He had been semi-hard all day as he had thought about fucking this beautiful and lusty girl, while his new wife was busy fucking her only son. "God!" he had thought, "It doesn't get any better than this!" But, of course, it was only going to get better and better as Darla had quickly stripped him out of his tux and pushed him back onto the small settee in the room. Her beautiful gown soon followed and she stood before him in all her chocolate glory, clad only in sheer and crotch less pantyhose that perfectly matched those that Sherri wore. (They had shopped for their wedding ensembles together, of course). Don could see the dark lips of her pussy protruding tantalizingly through the slit in her pantyhose and his mouth began to water and his tongue longed to taste the "honey" he could see beginning to dampen the sheer fabric. He did not have to wait long for a taste, though, as Darla spread the opening in her pantyhose even further and seductively ran her fingers through her pussy slit, gathering glistening gobs of pussy juice and bringing them to his lips to lick off before repeating the process. "That's wonderful!" he breathed between licks, "But I prefer getting my honey from the cone, so to speak." "Ask and ye shall receive, Lover," replied Darla as she lay back on the chaise and spread her lovely black legs to accommodate his questing tongue. Dan wasted no time settling in on her delicious cunt, probing her soft pink inner lips with his nose, tongue and chin, and slipping lower to encircle her dark red and puckered anus. Her "back door" smelled and tasted as musky and sweet as her pussy, and he vowed to give that region his undivided attention in a little while. But right now he wanted more of that pussy juice and he focused all his concentration and energy into exploring the depths of Darla's love tunnel, alternating with an intense, humming vibration on her clit, sucking, licking and biting it gently until she began to squirm and scream with pleasure. "Jesus!" she sighed after cumming down a little from the first of many orgasms to cum. "Honey, you're just as good a pussy eater as that pretty, young wife of yours. She said you was GOOD, but, Baby, I had NO idea. I want some MORE of that! Especially that ass lickin' part...Damn! That felt good!" Don had been more than happy to oblige and turned the young black beauty around so that her knees were on the couch and her elbows rested on the arm of the settee, and began to give her asshole his full attention, first running his tongue around the rim and flicking the puckered hole with the tip of his tongue. He sucked the puckered ring into his lips and gently chewed on the edges with his teeth, then forced his rigid tongue deep into her anus, again and again, holding her surging hips tightly against his face as she came with an orgasm that ripped through her body, over and over, until she thought she would faint as she slowly collapsed onto the couch with her lovely ass in the air. Don had never been one to pass up an opportunity like this and he slowly ran, first his fingers and thumb up and down through her pussy slit, then did the same with his cock head to gather the slippery cum juice now flowing out of Darla's still pulsating cunt. When he felt that he was sufficiently lubricated, he pressed his cock head against her cunt opening and slid effortlessly into her tightly constricting love tunnel, thrusting deeply into her until his balls slapped against her clit and sent her into another spasm. As he was sinking his cock into her pussy, he slid his thumb and first one, then two fingers into her asshole and began to stroke the soft inner linings of her rectum with the same gentle rhythm that his cock was bestowing on her cunt. As Darla cried out in yet another orgasm, Don increased the tempo of his fucking and finger assault on her asshole, until the ravished girl nearly squirmed out from under him. To steady herself, she slipped a hand between her legs and began to squeeze his balls and roll them around gently with her long fingers. It was all he could do to keep from exploding as he pounded harder and faster into her cum slicked cunt...But that wasn't what he wanted with this luscious black pussy...At least not yet...What he wanted right now was some black ass, so he quickly drew his slippery, rock hard cock out of the lovely woman's cunt and, without pausing between strokes, sank his big dick to the hilt into her rectum, banging his balls again, and again against her sweet pussy lips. This proved to be more than either of them could withstand and he erupted with a mind blowing orgasm, gushing stream after stream of cum deep into the young woman's ass as she screamed and twisted and bucked back against him, meeting every thrust with an equal one of her own. Their cumming seemed to go on forever, as they both reached heights they had seldom reached before. Don's creamy spunk oozed out of Darla's asshole and mingled with her own cum juice before dribbling down the front of her cunt and soaking her pantyhose and forming a moist puddle on the couch. They lay there, panting and gasping for several seconds, before Don slowly withdrew his still jerking cock out of the tight shaft it had taken so much pleasure in. Darla moaned slightly as her sphincter squeezed and grasped the head of his dick one last time before surrendering to the emptiness she was left with. "Honey," Darla whispered huskily, "you may not know it, but you just got yourself some 'virgin' country with that big old thang. I never thought I could take it up the ass like that before. The most I ever had up there was a little ole finger or two. But, I got to say, anytime you want to try MY back door, all you got to do is knock." Don turned away from the bank of phones, guiltily trying to adjust the raging hard on he now had from remembering the virgin ass fucking he had given Sherri's lovely, black bridesmaid and sauntered back to where Robbie and his mother were waiting with the luggage. He was glad that there were so few other people in the terminal at that time of night, although he didn't think anyone would notice the large bulge, or the slightly damp spot on the front of his trousers. As he walked back to his lovely bride and his new step-son, he suddenly remembered what Darla had said about his wife being as good a "pussy eater" as he was. So his darling bride was getting it on with women as well as men! Bi-sexual and incestuous...How lucky could one man get? But as he looked at the handsome, young Marine, still decked out in his gaudy dress uniform, he wondered if his luck had peaked yet or was there more to come. He wasn't sure, but you couldn't blame a guy for dreaming. Right? Looking at his newly acquired family, Don noticed the adoring glances his wife was bestowing on her son and wasn't too surprised to see the renewed lust in her eyes as well. He felt no jealousy at all...Only a rising excitement at the thought of actually watching her being fucked silly by the young stud standing next to her with his arm around her waist and his hand resting lightly on the cheek of her ass. It had always been one of his favorite fantasies...watching someone he loved being righteously fucked by another man. And when that other man also happened to be a close relative and enjoyed man to man sex as well...What more could a guy ask for? Don didn't even try to hide his raging hard on as he came up to them and put his arms around both of them. Instead, he pressed his throbbing prick against Sherri's groin and slowly began "dry fucking" her, right there in the middle of the terminal, with God and all the people getting an eyeful if they chose to look. "Don, stop it, you nasty man.” giggled Sherri. "What will people think! Besides, you're getting me all horny again, and we certainly can't just fall down on the floor and start fucking right here. We're sure to get arrested." "No we won't," Don laughed. "The police chief's a cousin of mine. Chances are he'd just ask politely if he could join us. Everyone knows we're newlyweds anyway, so the worst we might expect is a few raised eyebrows." "Well," Sherri sighed, "I'm sure the floor's hard and this terminal is drafty, so what say we catch that boat and find a big ole bed we can all curl up in. I want my first time with my two guys to be in the most luxurious surrounding possible...Not in some dumb old airport terminal." With that she slipped her arms around Don on one side and Robbie on the other and urged them toward the exit. (continued)